Crocuses - a Sketch

Crocuses

We brought our rain gear just in case for the skies looked uneasy then we all piled into the van without a moment to lose me Ann Bill Tom mom and dad who was already complaining about the heat and about the unfixed air conditioning something mom was supposed to have taken care of during the week and which is why dad has been driving the Honda since Tuesday he informed us all but mom forgot she said how on earth could you forget he said you knew we were going this morning yes but said mom but there is no real good excuse and she knew it and didn’t bother trying to invent one not with everyone in the car to witness so dad still muttering started the car and we were off down the road in our airconditionless crowded and already warm and getting warmer van hoping all except Tom who says he likes the heat that the weatherman is wrong in his ninety degrees plus and humid prediction but I had the awful feeling that he was right a little too right as I could already feel the first few drops of perspiration pop their heads up through the snowy skin like crocuses checking things out hitting the inside of my shirt and setting out no longer crocuses down my back in little trickles oh yeah this was gonna be some kinda day I said which Bill agreed with right away and dad too and finally Tom as well although he claims to like this shit while mom said nothing feeling really bad about forgetting to have the air conditioning fixed I gathered while another little crocus turn to sweat and head on down my spine and we weren’t even out of town yet a hundred and twenty glorious miles to go roll down the windows please said dad as if we hadn’t already and mom cringed I could tell by her back the way it tensed yeah this was gonna be some kinda day and if it hadn’t been grandma’s ninetieth birthday I would have figured something out to get out of going but this was a big one and everyone would be there including Kim from what mom told me so I kinda wanted to go too if there was even the tiniest chance that Kim would be there so I tried to ignore the sweat gathering on my back and in my armpits and instead I looked ahead at the road at seeing Kim again and at maybe if I was really lucky and we could manage to sneak into grandma’s barn perhaps another kiss.

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Ulf Wolf

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